i fell asleep down by the stream
and there I had the strangest dream
and down by Brennan's Glenn there grows
a briar and a rose

there's a tree in the forest
but I don't know where
i built a nest out of your hair
and climbing up into the air
a briar and a rose

i don't know how long it has been
but I was born in Brennan's Glenn
and near the end of spring there grows
a briar and a rose

picked the rose one early morn
i pricked my finger on a thorn
it had grown so high
it's winding wove the briar around the rose

i tried to tear them both apart
i felt a bullet in my heart
and all dressed up in springs and clothes
the briar and the rose

and when I'm buried in my grave
tell me so I will know
your tears will fall
to make love grow
the briar and the rose